A Letter

It's crazy how much a letter can change your life.
When I was really young it was a way to stay in contact with my best friend. We would write colorful letters to each other about our lives and reminders of our friendship and love.
I miss those letters.
When I was a teenager letters were a way for me to forget. To write angry letters that would never be sent to my mom about her drinking, her attitude, and her absence.
There was one letter that was written in the form of a story...one which my dad found...and outed me to my family.
Now, I'm a little bit older, a tad bit wiser, and the letters keep coming.
Not that I write, but one's that are written between two people I care about very much who are at war, my mom and dad.
Today I found out about a letter.
One that my dad sent to my mom.
It didn't talk of love, or anguish, but rather an informative yet hanus message about one of their post-divorce agreements.
The worst part of the letter, is that the words that were written were not his, but his fiance's.
She has blinded him from his former beliefs and ideals, and taken him down a dark road of becoming someone whom I dislike.
And it hurts.
This letter hurt.
Because of this letter the fate of my younger siblings and our home that I lived in my whole childhood is at risk of being lost.
A letter. A stupid fucking letter.
I'm waiting for mine.
A letter telling me that everything will work out, everything will be alright, my family will be mine once again.
But it's not coming.
That's the funny thing about letters,
They are there when you want them, there when you need them, and there when you didn't want or need them at all.